CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Thrift Shop - Recreated
It's the remake
What, what, what, what
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I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I, I, I'm hunting, looking for a come-up
This is f**king awesome
Nah walk up to the club like, what up, I got a big c*ck!
I'm just pumped, just bought some sh*t from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty
The people like, Damn! That's a cold ass honkey
Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine
Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(p*ss)
But sh*t, it was ninety-ninе cents! (Bag it) Coppin' it, washin' it
'Bout to go and get some complimеnts
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in them
Bummy and grungy, f**k it man, I am stuntin' and flossin' and
And savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, b*t*h
I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style
No for real ask your grandpa can I have his hand-me-downs?
(Thank you) Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers
Dookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin'
They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a skeet blanket, and then I bought a kneeboard
Hello, hello, my ace man, my Miller
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no
I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those
The sneaker heads would be like Aw, he got the Velcros
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I, I, I'm hunting, looking for a come-up
This is f**king awesome
Nah walk up to the club like, what up, I got a big c*ck!
I'm just pumped, just bought some sh*t from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty
The people like, Damn! That's a cold ass honkey
Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine
Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(p*ss)
But sh*t, it was ninety-ninе cents! (Bag it) Coppin' it, washin' it
'Bout to go and get some complimеnts
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in them
Bummy and grungy, f**k it man, I am stuntin' and flossin' and
And savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, b*t*h
I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style
No for real ask your grandpa can I have his hand-me-downs?
(Thank you) Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers
Dookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin'
They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a skeet blanket, and then I bought a kneeboard
Hello, hello, my ace man, my Miller
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no
I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those
The sneaker heads would be like Aw, he got the Velcros
